Have yet to see any written word art on NS so I will contribute one of mine
When I look back on the last eight years of my life,
I see misunderstanding, and I see confusion.
I see the strings of a system shrouded in illusion;
a game in which I never truly played a part....
but only thought I did.
After eight years, or more, I've got the feeling that I've never really mattered.
I'm twice as smart now but half as aware,
with the memories to prove it and these scars I bear...
a childhood that never really was anything more than I could make it on my own.
On my own;
three words, meaningless to most, harmonious to some, and sickening to none other than the boy who broke his own heart,
crying to the crashes in the night,
the words echoing up the stairs, voices raised loud and the doors shut tight.
Praying, hoping, the footsteps never reached the top step.
That song stuck on repeat, for days, four months, for weeks,
"Put me in coach".
Until recently I never realized how bad it must have been.
Contrary to popular belief, being spoiled never helps to take away the pain.
I'd give up my house, the money, and my health,
to get that song out of my head...
Because two years later I still picture myself in bed.
I didn't have it easy, but it certainly wasn't the worst,
and in no way am I asking for sympathy, I'm just saying it still hurts.
I've tried to cut the strings;
to discard judgement, hatred, violence, and replace them with better things
But it has only tied me up more in a fatal mistake
Stuck with the saddening discovery that we are the strings, the players in the game of life
I'm stuck on the bench, to play is to live, but to stand up and walk away, well, that's a choice I'd prefer not to make
Once again, I'm not asking for sympathy,
cuz we live in a world with no regard to feeling, and in that sense, being.
Life goes on and nobody slows down for you,
but if you're stuck I'll try my best to slow down too.
Those who've affected me the most know it the least,
so the best I can do is return the favor to anyone in need.
The strings that hold us down may seem unforgiving to some,
but if you pull the right ones, well then... there's nothing that can't be done.